Hello again! I didn’t have anything in mind for this month of horrors, but after seeing @Anonymous--Friend ’s artwork a while back, I had an idea. I hope you guys like this tale of a woman becoming a witchboy’s boots. After all, who doesn’t like femboys?

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Veronica had gotten herself into trouble before, but this was quite unlike anything else. Sure, there was that time when she was forced into working at a restaurant, but at least then there was a way out of it. Here, though, she wasn’t sure if there was a way.

Then again, she was shocked to even find herself in this position to begin with. For one, she had never expected magic to exist. Then there was the simple fact that she wasn’t human right now. Instead, she had become a pair of boots.

It all started when she was out one night clubbing. For the past few hours, she and her girl friends were going from club to club. Each was enjoying their fair share of liquor. By the third club, most of the women were already plastered, but not Veronica.

Sure, she was feeling a bit drunk, but nothing too major. They had just arrived at the fourth when one of her goals for the night was seemingly reached. Yes, her main goal was to get hammered with her friends. However, her other goal was to find a date.

She wasn’t all too particular about who, only that they were goth and female. Finally, she had found someone. Coming up to them, she was shocked. They were goth and feminine, but not female. As it turned out, the hot woman in front of her was no female.

It was a male, a femboy to be precise. Being a deadset lesbian, she became flustered. Finding some excuse, she turned her back away from him. Suddenly, she found herself drawn to him, as if some force was redirecting her.

Turning around, she looked over him once again. “Well, babe,” he said. “I thought you wanted to spend some time with me. Isn’t that right, cutie? Oh, and my name is Miguel by the way.” Hearing the way he said that sent butterflies all throughout her stomach.

“Really, no response. Well, that’s too bad. I was hoping to hear your voice. Anyway, let’s make sure that you won’t leave my side tonight. Does that sound alright, baby?” With that, Veronica felt herself suddenly freeze and transform.

This was how she found herself transformed into this witchboy’s boots. Her two halves were filled with his stocking-covered feet. She was forced to taste and smell his feet, which, thankfully, wasn’t that bad. The worst thing about this was how good it felt.

Every step, stomp, and movement of his feet made her entire body feel good. As a result, she began to question some things about herself, especially given how hot she thought he looked. By the end of the night, all thanks to being under his soles, Veronica figured she probably was bi.

Although there were more pressing matters. After all, she wasn’t sure when or if she was going to be human again. Though the longer she was worn, the less she seemed to mind staying like this. She wouldn’t mind being under this witchboy. 

The artwork used in this cap was created by @Anonymous--Friend and you can find their original artwork here: https://www.deviantart.com/anonymous--friend/art/Witchboy-Miguel-1241389356 

Miquel the witchboy was created by Dorin Naga, you can find their page/the character here: https://bsky.app/profile/dorinnaga.bsky.social/post/3ltawamuid222